Slam Bam Coyote

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DoubleUp

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Last night was my first attempt at calling this season. It started out with difficulties since my hunting partner had blown a tire on his electric bike and decided not to go. Having checked all my gear, so I thought, I load the electric bike onto the truck with my other gear and head out alone. I reached my destination and with everything loaded on the bike I was ready to ride in. I hit the throttle and nothing. Well dang, battery fully charged and zip, zero, nada with the throttle. So, I put all the gear back on the truck and drive it to where I'm going to call. I'm determined, but I know this isn't ideal by any stretch. Plus, the wind is whipping from the NNE at 15-20 mph with humidity around 95%, and temps still about 70 degrees. The cornfield I am calling has just been harvested and stalks and grass are high, so I have to call from the tripod standing in this wind.

It is almost like some primordial craving deep inside that needs releasing, so I persevere. I think too often in our beta male society of today that men repress those feelings that only the hunter knows or perhaps they have lived such a cell phone life they have never experienced them. I set the Fusion at only 60 yds. since I'm dealing with these high cornstalks and overgrown ditch banks. I run through my selected list of calls, and end with MFK's Poundtown. About 2 minutes into that sound and this big male is just standing there at 75 yds. I never saw him coming, but he holds long enough for me to swing the 22-250 on his chest and center punch him with a 50 gr. v-max. It wasn't an ideal calling situation, but I had a need to make it happen. A hunger if you can imagine to fool the fooler, and beat him at his own game. Still he almost beat me by slipping in unannounced and I never saw him coming in that low visibility environment. There is a special kind of feeling in the darkness that either drives people away or gives them a peace and serenity of just being alone with God and His great creation. It was only one coyote, a big male, and all I had time for last night, but there was a great satisfaction to preying on one of the world's greatest predators.

 
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Excellent read, I really enjoyed it. I too get that peace and fulfillment from my time spent in the dark. I'm usually alone, but that is fine by me. My love for the night goes back to my early years when coon hunting ran deep in my blood.
Another fine shot DU, and one less fawn eater.
 
Good read. I like the dark too. When I take someone with me I have to remember to make sure they have a light because I rarely use one.
 
I'm with you Week and DLR, my great uncles dragged me around every swamp coon hunting when I was a young teenager. Precious memories that will last my lifetime with good men taking up time with a kid. Maybe that's part of why we feel so at home in the dark.
 
There was this one time that I took someone with me and didn't have a light. Yeah... that night Weekender had to come save us from being lost in the woods.
 
Well Owen, 3 comments. 1. 0168 beat me to the Jeremy comment-tehee, 2. never ceases to amaze me how they can take a center of the chest hit and still sometimes move, 3. Congrats and keep em comin.
Also, the time my bike acted like that it was the main fuse on the battery pack.
 
Thanks Mike, I had power to the switch and display but no effect at the inhub motor. My hunting buddy is checking it out today.
 
jmeddy said:
Well Owen, 3 comments. 1. 0168 beat me to the Jeremy comment-tehee, 2. never ceases to amaze me how they can take a center of the chest hit and still sometimes move, 3. Congrats and keep em comin.
Also, the time my bike acted like that it was the main fuse on the battery pack.
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Sorry Mikeā€¦ Iā€™ll slow down and wait for you to put your thoughts into words of your own. Lol. Itā€™s just that I canā€™t get after coyotes of my own until October so I have to live vicariously through all of you guys that can! Iā€™m always anxiously awaiting the next post with someoneā€™s success story!
 
Nice write up and video. Just curious though, is that humidity not normal where you are? Down South thatā€™s almost an every night occurrence. Itā€™s rare we get humidity less than 50% and thatā€™s mainly 3 or 4 months out of the year that might happen.
 
I'm right on the coast of NC, so we have to deal with higher higher humidity often, but northerly winds usually bring in high pressure and drop the humidity. Rain from the previous afternoon when the front came through was being stirred and increasing the humidity from those winds.
the strong winds last night
 
DoubleUp said:
I'm right on the coast of NC, so we have to deal with higher higher humidity often, but northerly winds usually bring in high pressure and drop the humidity. Rain from the previous afternoon when the front came through was being stirred and increasing the humidity from those winds.
the strong winds last night
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We had some winds last night too and today. I guess they are blowing in the cooler weather. They were calling for it to be in the low 50's towards the weekend, but now they bumped it up to the high 50's.
 
Nice way to begin your season, Owen. Great description of the "drive" that gets us out of the house. I was impressed by the steadiness of your tripod in that wind. Thanks for sharing your hunt with us.
 
Thanks guys! I'm so glad that I was raised a poor country boy. Although back then pretty much everybody was below poverty level by today's standards. My dad was a commercial fisherman, so we ate a lot of seafood, but the finances were fairly meager in those days. To me, it was like living in Nirvana. I could go out the front door of our home and go hunting, and go out the backdoor and go fishing. I felt like the richest kid in the world.
 
I know what you mean, DoubleUp. I was raised similarly. When we moved into an old farm house when I was 5 years old, we had to draw water from a well, had no running water nor indoor bathroom. The old house was cold in the winter but we made do, and actually didn't realize we had it so bad since so many around us lived the same. We had lots of work to do with the garden, milking the cow, chickens, hog etc. We worked hard but ate good. Every spare moment I had I was either hunting or fishing. I practically lived in the woods, and so many other rural boys here were just like me. We never locked our door when we left home. Heck, I don't even think my parents had a key to lock it from the outside. They locked it from the inside at night, but robberies etc were practically unheard of.

My Granddaddy was a rural mail carrier and many times I went with him to help out when school was out. I remember the days when you could order a firearm from Sears, Montgomery Ward, Spiegel etc. and have it delivered to your home via the postal service.

Times have surely changed. Sorry to take your thread in a different direction, but just discussing the changes in life from then to now.
 
No reason to be sorry 6. I think it is good for all of us to remember our heritage. It was pretty much the same for me except it was fish, oysters, crabs, and shrimp that we caught to eat. We had no running water and no inside restroom until I went to college in 1965. The Kennedy assassination ended mail order buying of guns I think. I fired a many a round of 22 bullets back then. Thanks for reminding us of how blessed we were and actually still are for right now.
 
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